Broken Toys

[Albatross]

As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."

- Lauretta P. Burns

 

[Scent of Cedar *]

At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," He said,
"What could I do?
You never did let go."

Letting go is impossibly hard. Sometimes, worse things than we have ever imagined happen, and the shame and guilt in not having helped does me in. But when I did let go (mostly, and I am still working very hard on this, every day) the kids ~ here is a secret. It was the kids, and it was that I was working so hard to let go. That part is true, and was very hard. But what is also true is that the strangest, most amazingly good and utterly unpredictable things did happen.

Now, if I could just learn to rest in that ~ to trust it.

Very hard to do that, though.

I will remember that final verse, Albatross. I am very glad you posted it for us here.

Thank you.




Cedar

 

[Childofmine]

Love this piece. It says it all in just a very few words.

Thanks Alb

 

[so ready to live]

Alb-thank you, I emailed it to my hubby at work. We had tough wkend and needed this today. I have still not let go. Prayers.